Pardon the very long list. I like making lists. Ask me the eight reasons why.

Music:

Fragile, she doesn't see her beauty... (Nine Inch Nails)...my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder... (Jeff Buckley)...and I knew then it would be a life long thing... (Tori Amos)...it's louder than words, this thing that we do... (Pink Floyd)...tonight I'll set you free... (Radiohead)...your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm... (Leonard Cohen)...the valley of hope is the arch in your back... (Richard McGraw)...moonlight is bleeding out of your soul... (Porcupine Tree)...my body aches to breathe your breath... (Sarah McLachlan)...so weak and powerless over you... (A Perfect Circle)...yes, we're lovers, and that is that... (David Bowie)...it's time for you to bring me home. (Tool)

Movies:

Fight Club, American Beauty, Labyrinth, American History X, High Fidelity, Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind, Being John Malkovich, Seven, Lost Highway, A Clockwork Orange, Memento, Natural Born Killers, The Rocky Horror Picture Show, Hedwig and the Angry Inch, The Royal Tenenbaums, Rushmore, Swingers, Annie Hall, The Matrix, Donnie Darko, The Boondock Saints, Up In The Air, Good Will Hunting, Equilibrium, The Lord Of The Rings, Pulp Fiction, Star Wars, The Big Lebowski, The Social Network, Scott Pilgrim vs. The World

the balance between things- as in, extremes are easy, the balance is the art. Also: eternal recurrence, ennui, existentialism, the meaning of it all, how I can't believe it's now already, what the hell is going on, getting there, beauty, and the end.

On a typical Friday night I am

having a blast with friends at bars, restaurants, clubs, houses, concerts, functions, rodeos and no, not rodeos. Otherwise, I'm at home enjoying solitude in the form of cooking a meal, mixing a drink, writing a song, reading a book, or having a staring contest with my dog.

The most private thing I’m willing to admit

I wrote this a couple of years ago- a sort of meditation on the search for that perfect other half:

this one's for the captain,buried out at sea,and this one's for the angel,covered in debris.this one's for the poet,however obsolete,and this one's for my baby,whoever she may be.

this one's for the lovers,melting soft and sweet,and this one's for those others,tangled up like meat.this one's for the losers,slouching down the street,and this one's for my baby,whoever she may be.

this one's for the words i write,for every "her" and "she,"and this one's for the songs they bring,so many incomplete.this one's for my heart, so full,though never thence replete,and this one's for my baby,whoever she may be.

this one's for the forest,ever easier to see,and this one's for the pleading eyesof every dying breed.this one's for the world, strung up,both capsulate and free,and this one's for my baby,whoever she may be.

this one's for the hatredlying still in you and me,and this one's for compassion,the left-adjacent seed.this one's for the choice therin:to dream, perchance to be,and this one's for my baby,whoever she may be.

this one's for our father,ah, the rumble in his speech,and this one's for our mother,her embrace so indiscreet.this one's for the generationunder lock and key,and this one's for my baby,whoever she may be.

this one's for the eve of life,and those then still asleep,and this one's for that futurewe either fail or race to greet.this one's for our little star,descending silently,and this one's for my baby,whoever she may be.

this one's for the candlelight,moving me to sleep,and this one's for that emptiness,my habitual retreat.this one's for the man i'd likeone day to know as me,and this one's for my baby,whoever she may be.

You should message me if

...you want someone with whom to hike across mountaintops, cook a mouth-watering meal, curl up in front of a movie, mix a delicious cocktail, talk late into the night, and explore new territory.

...you know all the words to the Elephant Love Medley from Moulin Rouge and want to bring the house down with me at karaoke night.

...you're just the right amount of crazy.

P.S. "Hi, how's it going?" will not get you very far. Be engaging. Be you.